Cahill was barely able to contain her nervousness, as each new day came she
became more and more antsy. Peter wasn't the only one who noticed this
time either, but they all let it go thinking that it had something to do
with the letter she'd gotten. Of course that wasn't it at all, but she
wasn't about to correct them. She knew she wasn't supposed to have
visitors unless they were family but her and Cole would just lie and say
that he was her step-brother or something like that. Plus Peter couldn't
exactly call up her parents and ask considering they didn't want to talk to
him about anything concerning her.
Every day she spent most of her time staring at the road that led up to camp but the days came and went and there was no sign of Cole. Finally two weeks after the call, she saw an old Ford coming up the road and she casually made her way over. Cole stepped out and handed something to the driver then nodded his thanks and slammed the door shut. She went running towards him and she threw her arms around her neck, "RAY! It's so great to see you." She knew that he would realize what she was doing and play along then she felt his hand slip into her sweatshirt pocket and knew he'd placed her dagger there. "How are you?"
He pulled back and smiled, realizing what her game was, "I've been doing pretty good, but I was worried about you so I thought I'd come up for a visit."
Peter came striding up and looked at the way we were talking to each other and he figured that Cole was my step-brother Ray. As he got closer Cole straightened his shoulders and raised his chin just an inch, making Cahill laugh, Cole always had the ability to make her smile. "Peter, I'd like you to meet my brother, Ray, Ray this is the director here, Peter."
Cole extended his hand, "Pleasure to meet the man who's helping my sister get better."
Peter looked between them, "You're step-siblings aren't you?"
Cahill nodded and threw her arm around Cole's shoulders, "Yeah, but we're more like blood then anything else."
Still somewhat shocked after the letter he read when Cahill first came he walked off towards his office, shaking his head. As soon as he was out of hearing range, Cahill burst into a round of giggles and hit Cole lightly on the arm, "What was with the snob routine?"
Cole smirked, "Well I did meet your stepbrother once I remember what he was like."
Then she sobered looking at his sad appearance, "Come with me." She pulled him towards her cabin ignoring the feeling that someone was staring at her and just kept pulling him behind her.
As she shoved the door open, she looked around and was relieved that nobody was there then she let go of Cole's arm. He rubbed it, "Ow for a minute there I forgot who you actually are." Cahill gave him a 'you better start talking look' then sat down on the bed. He sat next to her before starting, "It all started a little after you left. I kept going with the routine because I didn't know what was wrong, and I ran into Tommy and he was not to pleased with you or me for that matter."
Cahill growled and pushed her hair out of her face, "What'd he do?"
Cole lifted up his shirt just to show his stomach, which was covered with a bandage. Cahill opened her top drawer and pulled out some ointment and some bandages. Carefully she pulled the old bandage off and nearly lost it at the sight of the knife wound or rather wounds that were beneath it. They were crudely carved into the sign of the Colts, quickly she washed it then covered it with the ointment then rebandaged it. "Keep going."
He pulled his shirt back down, "He told me that he was looking for you and if I knew where you were and I hadn't told him then he'd find some way to make me pay. Of course, at the time I didn't know where you were so I wasn't lying but then you called a couple of days later and I was surprised that you weren't in one of the hospitals or even locked away in that house. When you hung up I used *69 and wrote the number down then the next day I called and when Peter answered he said that it was Mount Horizon."
Cahill had been patient through all this but it seemed like that wasn't the end of it so she urged him to keep going, "You know that Rock's dead don't you?" It was said more as a fact than a question so Cahill just nodded, "But you probably don't know that Tommy's responsible for that, he sent someone when he found out that Rock was being transferred."
Her fists clenched automatically at her sides, then she let out an air of breath, "Keep going."
"Well I had to tell them-"
She held up her hand, "Wait a minute, wait one GOD DAMN MINUTE! You told the dragons?"
The last part had been yelled and she was right in his face so he knew that if he didn't want to get a broken nose then he would have to answer her completely. "Uh.I had to because I needed protection and I knew that once they knew that I was friends with you then they would help me. It's dangerous being on the streets and now I didn't have your back-up."
Cahill pulled back and nodded and put her head in her hands, "I'm sorry Cole, I'm so sorry."
"Yeah well your not going to be sorry after this, there's going to be a war."
She perked up, "What?"
"The gangs are gunning for each other, you can't walk within five blocks of rival territory without getting the crap kicked out of you. Trust me I know," He rubbed his shoulder subconsciously and she viscously pulled the top of his shirt away from it.
Beneath it was a huge bruise, "Who did it?"
He heard the steel in her voice, "It was Percy."
She stood up and slammed her fist into the wall, "I need to be there! People are getting hurt, you're getting hurt and yet where am I? At some stupid get better soon camp! I should be helping the dragons not stuck here in this little bubble of a town. I'm not doing anything here!"
Then she pulled out the dagger and handed it back to him, "I need you to do something and it's something important so don't screw up." He nodded and she knew without saying that he wouldn't mess it up but her anger was getting the best of her. "Go back and go to the old Shack."
"But that's Colt territory!"
"I know that damnit!" She snapped and immediately regretted it at the withdrawn look in his eye, "Look I didn't mean it like that, but go there and leave the dagger with this note."
She quickly jotted a few things down on a piece of paper and handed them to him, "What's it going to do?"
"Bring the fight where it should be, to me." Then she kissed him on the forehead, "Keep that on you at all times here, I don't want anyone getting nosey." She walked out and he quickly stuffed them in his sweat shirt and followed her.
Every day she spent most of her time staring at the road that led up to camp but the days came and went and there was no sign of Cole. Finally two weeks after the call, she saw an old Ford coming up the road and she casually made her way over. Cole stepped out and handed something to the driver then nodded his thanks and slammed the door shut. She went running towards him and she threw her arms around her neck, "RAY! It's so great to see you." She knew that he would realize what she was doing and play along then she felt his hand slip into her sweatshirt pocket and knew he'd placed her dagger there. "How are you?"
He pulled back and smiled, realizing what her game was, "I've been doing pretty good, but I was worried about you so I thought I'd come up for a visit."
Peter came striding up and looked at the way we were talking to each other and he figured that Cole was my step-brother Ray. As he got closer Cole straightened his shoulders and raised his chin just an inch, making Cahill laugh, Cole always had the ability to make her smile. "Peter, I'd like you to meet my brother, Ray, Ray this is the director here, Peter."
Cole extended his hand, "Pleasure to meet the man who's helping my sister get better."
Peter looked between them, "You're step-siblings aren't you?"
Cahill nodded and threw her arm around Cole's shoulders, "Yeah, but we're more like blood then anything else."
Still somewhat shocked after the letter he read when Cahill first came he walked off towards his office, shaking his head. As soon as he was out of hearing range, Cahill burst into a round of giggles and hit Cole lightly on the arm, "What was with the snob routine?"
Cole smirked, "Well I did meet your stepbrother once I remember what he was like."
Then she sobered looking at his sad appearance, "Come with me." She pulled him towards her cabin ignoring the feeling that someone was staring at her and just kept pulling him behind her.
As she shoved the door open, she looked around and was relieved that nobody was there then she let go of Cole's arm. He rubbed it, "Ow for a minute there I forgot who you actually are." Cahill gave him a 'you better start talking look' then sat down on the bed. He sat next to her before starting, "It all started a little after you left. I kept going with the routine because I didn't know what was wrong, and I ran into Tommy and he was not to pleased with you or me for that matter."
Cahill growled and pushed her hair out of her face, "What'd he do?"
Cole lifted up his shirt just to show his stomach, which was covered with a bandage. Cahill opened her top drawer and pulled out some ointment and some bandages. Carefully she pulled the old bandage off and nearly lost it at the sight of the knife wound or rather wounds that were beneath it. They were crudely carved into the sign of the Colts, quickly she washed it then covered it with the ointment then rebandaged it. "Keep going."
He pulled his shirt back down, "He told me that he was looking for you and if I knew where you were and I hadn't told him then he'd find some way to make me pay. Of course, at the time I didn't know where you were so I wasn't lying but then you called a couple of days later and I was surprised that you weren't in one of the hospitals or even locked away in that house. When you hung up I used *69 and wrote the number down then the next day I called and when Peter answered he said that it was Mount Horizon."
Cahill had been patient through all this but it seemed like that wasn't the end of it so she urged him to keep going, "You know that Rock's dead don't you?" It was said more as a fact than a question so Cahill just nodded, "But you probably don't know that Tommy's responsible for that, he sent someone when he found out that Rock was being transferred."
Her fists clenched automatically at her sides, then she let out an air of breath, "Keep going."
"Well I had to tell them-"
She held up her hand, "Wait a minute, wait one GOD DAMN MINUTE! You told the dragons?"
The last part had been yelled and she was right in his face so he knew that if he didn't want to get a broken nose then he would have to answer her completely. "Uh.I had to because I needed protection and I knew that once they knew that I was friends with you then they would help me. It's dangerous being on the streets and now I didn't have your back-up."
Cahill pulled back and nodded and put her head in her hands, "I'm sorry Cole, I'm so sorry."
"Yeah well your not going to be sorry after this, there's going to be a war."
She perked up, "What?"
"The gangs are gunning for each other, you can't walk within five blocks of rival territory without getting the crap kicked out of you. Trust me I know," He rubbed his shoulder subconsciously and she viscously pulled the top of his shirt away from it.
Beneath it was a huge bruise, "Who did it?"
He heard the steel in her voice, "It was Percy."
She stood up and slammed her fist into the wall, "I need to be there! People are getting hurt, you're getting hurt and yet where am I? At some stupid get better soon camp! I should be helping the dragons not stuck here in this little bubble of a town. I'm not doing anything here!"
Then she pulled out the dagger and handed it back to him, "I need you to do something and it's something important so don't screw up." He nodded and she knew without saying that he wouldn't mess it up but her anger was getting the best of her. "Go back and go to the old Shack."
"But that's Colt territory!"
"I know that damnit!" She snapped and immediately regretted it at the withdrawn look in his eye, "Look I didn't mean it like that, but go there and leave the dagger with this note."
She quickly jotted a few things down on a piece of paper and handed them to him, "What's it going to do?"
"Bring the fight where it should be, to me." Then she kissed him on the forehead, "Keep that on you at all times here, I don't want anyone getting nosey." She walked out and he quickly stuffed them in his sweat shirt and followed her.